Carlingford words and photos by pd lyons

A pail full of sunshine. A simple siting breath by the sea. Children run. Can happiness ever be too loved? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. Tide comes Stronger now Still rolling Myriad suns Upon the silver beakers The day like the tide Has turned Inevitable in its priceless way But for now a longer linger Simple sitting Breathing by the sea Not waiting for anyone Carlingford 30.9.17. 26.6.19. nick drake

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/06/07/carlingford-words-and-photos-by-pd-lyons-2/

from the Republican American Archives re PD Lyons

  What happens to P.D. Lyons when he looks at a painting by Rothko is the kind of transcendence he aims for in poetry. “You have to be involved a little bit,” he said. The pleasure of poetry, the Waterbury native said, has that same absorbing power. Sit with it a little while and it will envelop you. Peter David Lyons, who goes by P.D.

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/06/05/from-the-republican-american-archives-re-pd-lyons-2/

The Ways of Sitting by PD Lyons

The Ways of Sitting A mans hands ~ on a woman’s thighs One on each rolls them out A better view of what he’s dreamt for so long. Muscular even in yielding She allows her deep breath body freely. Outside women ~ talk how the year slips School days into holidays beginning school again. A woman in love writes her name ~

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/06/04/the-ways-of-sitting-by-pd-lyons-5/

salamander yellow snippet

When I lost my mother I lost the past as well as future. No one would ever know me as well as she did and no one would ever remember me like she did – again. Today is Bastille Day. There are french songs as I pass through the NPR stations onto a local Italian show. After an immense bit of Italian speaking they play the theme from Zorba.

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/05/22/salamander-yellow-snippet/

from Yellow Salamanders by PD Lyons

Who is the non-symbolic me?     My concern is that Jung’s approach is an indulgence in ones own or his own personal mythology. Concepts that put a further layer of fantasy between person and what is. Granted it is wonderful to have all these deep and wonderful images with which to identify aspects of oneself, the world, the universe. I myself loved it, the adventure of anima, animus,shadow, hero.

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/05/20/from-yellow-salamanders-by-pd-lyons/

working on a new manuscript working title : Stainless. Here’s’ one.

Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue by PD Lyons c2025 Words Someday Someone Might say to you. Unimportant memories Aroused to beauty non-the-less Like cobwebs beaded up with dew, Brass fittings on a cedar door, Day’s debris randomly swept into a banked up fire Before to your own black iron bed you’d slowly go. With all our coming and our going…

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/05/16/working-on-a-new-manuscript-working-title-stainless-heres-one/

a random gate in Westmeath Ireland

There is a softness to early summer Respite from the cold, gentle prelude to the mania of full summer. It’s soothing touch Delighting the old fellows bones Infuses the day with a golden reminisce PD Lyons Poet photo c 2025 pd lyons. Fore Westmeath Ireland

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/05/15/a-random-gate-in-westmeath-ireland/

On My Mother’s Side, poetry by pd lyons http://youtube.com/watch?v=GfgFDcBT-eE&feature=youtu.be https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/05/13/on-my-mothers-side-poetry-by-pd-lyons-3/

Today A Day For Mother, Rightfully So,pd lyons

Today A Day For Mother, Rightfully So but I want to tell about those other days like every time I see my daughter especially how she has those dark brown eyes Days when I whistle or sing though my own voice so much harsher still my love of music comes from having heard you And now these days of early spring…

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/05/11/today-a-day-for-mother-rightfully-sopd-lyons-2/

When I’m a Ghost I’ll Haunt the Beach w/ My Mother by pd lyons

Tide comes Stronger now Still myriad suns Roll upon the silver breakers Day like the tide Has turned Inevitable in it's Priceless way But for now lingering A little longer Simply sitting in the sun Breathing by the sea - Not waiting for anyone When I'm a ghost I'll haunt the beach With my mother The little bay Where she'd sometimes stand…

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/05/11/when-im-a-ghost-ill-haunt-the-beach-w-my-mother-by-pd-lyons-4/

Bella-rose & Shirley by pd Lyons now on Amazon. sample pages. References to war violence, strong language, assault

LOVE, JUSTICE, SALVATION, FUTURE, CAN THESE BE FOUND AMIDST THE SAVAGERY OF MORDERN CIVIL WAR

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/05/02/bella-rose-shirley-by-pd-lyons-now-on-amazon-sample-pages-references-to-war-violence-strong-language-assault-3/

morning coffee notes 20.4.23 with PD Lyons

on todays table - dandelions, book, glasses, eyeglasses, sky, fences and coffee the wind plys my hair whips at the pages of my book breaking my attention Look Look Look I give in to sunlight across wild grass and dandelion white puffs across a powder blue sky melodies of birds known and unknown Look Look Look so to see better I close my eyes…

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/04/27/morning-coffee-notes-20-4-23-with-pd-lyons-2/

Porcelain, by Pd Lyons, Inspired by the music of Helen Jane Long as published by Boyne Berries

Years back I was lucky enough to discover and purchase this Helen Jane Long CD - Porcelain. At one point i was working on this long piece of poetry. The title track of the CD I had set on repeat because it was evocative of the mood I was working with. Once I was finished with that , I just had to write one dedicated to Helen's exquisite work. Hope if she every reads it she'd…

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/04/24/porcelain-by-pd-lyons-inspired-by-the-music-of-helen-jane-long-as-published-by-boyne-berries-3/

She lived with Her on Linden Street, by pd lyons (from salamander notes)

25. Nov. 83 She lived with Her on Linden Street in a three room Scovill house which over looked the industrialized Mad River. They had painted the walls and floors and ceilings white and at mid night they either made love or Her wrote poetry about making love, usually with She. Both were proud of the number of lovers they had had and would spend much time detailing their exploits, various wounds…

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/04/22/she-lived-with-her-on-linden-street-by-pd-lyons-from-salamander-notes-3/

Slips ~21.04.25 #2 words and photos by pd lyons

I have lived Long enough To come back Back To everything I knew When I was fifteen Only now Certain of its richness. How wonderful sixty-nine is.

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/04/21/slips-21-04-25-2-words-and-photos-by-pd-lyons/

Pigeons remind me of my grandmother’s house. from Salamanders by PD Lyons

Pigeons remind me of my grandmother’s house.  Her house was pigeon grey and shared the same flock of pigeons with the church right next door. The white clap board church with the black slate roof - every so often a bit of slate would slip off and smash to pieces on the cobble stone driveway; a friend of mine would gather these pieces and try to make arrow heads, spear points and other projectile…

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/04/19/pigeons-remind-me-of-my-grandmothers-house-from-salamanders-by-pd-lyons-3/

why we like the english chicago review

The English Chicago Review Quarterly UK-based poetry journal. ISSN 2051-7998 Thursday, 3 October 2013 Issue three is out now! Issue three of The English Chicago Review is out now! Featuring poetry from Rowland Bagnall, Rebecca Bird, Jonathan Butcher, Jim Conwell, Alan Corkish, Anthony Costello, Craig Coyle, Stephen Devereux, Doug Draime, Brett Evans, Andy Fletcher, Chris Hardy, Aideen Henry, Richard Hughes, Nigel Jarrett, Allan…

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/04/13/why-we-like-the-english-chicago-review-2/

Todays News

All negativity derives from fear. When someone is angry they are afraid. When someone is rude, they are afraid. When someone is manipulative, they are afraid. When someone is cruel they are afraid. There is no fear that love does not dissolve. There is no negativity that forgiveness does not transform. -Marianne Williamson from A Return to Love c1992,1996.

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/04/13/todays-news-2/

Mother Nature by pd Lyons

I am blue skies trailed with perfect black birds over an autumnal tree line I am an ocean so blue it makes everything else seem white, A forest of shadows so deep any midnight would be envious I have been the heat from which the iron of this planet ran . I have been an ice so deep that for a thousand years the sun stood in retreat. And you with self shackled minds, dreams tinier than any, ever- living thing ? what you do you think pursuers of…

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/04/06/mother-nature-by-pd-lyons-5/

Today’s ~ Something Blue For You

Something blue for you like the sky over an endless sea faint white, a cloud the shape of your pursed lips reflecting over tiny diamond dancing waves, small and gentle such as my self barefoot on warm sand wishing for your hand.

https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2025/04/01/todays-something-blue-for-you/